22/08/2026
Day 234 of 365 and it’s approaching 23:30 as I finish today’s half marathon.
I’ve now ran 3065.4 miles which is 1 half marathon more than running from Huntington Beach, California to Coney Island, New York.
I’ve got tons left in the tank today despite this late finish. It’s (almost) a pity the miles are done for the day. I’m definitely classing myself as a runner again. I can’t stress that enough.
Today, I met my cousin Frank for the very first time. That’s my Dad’s nephew. It was also brilliant to meet his lovely wife, Beryl too. I also caught up with Frank Jr and his sister Jenn (my second cousins).
If there’s one thing I’ve learned this year by talking to them - Run Geordie Run is no accident. It’s almost fate. There are traits in the Allison family that I thought were unique to me. That’s not true. There’s plenty evidence of hard graft, an absolute desire to succeed and, most importantly of all, have fun doing all that.
There was a moment today, when I talked to Frank Sr. that was quite surreal. One of those moments where you felt like you were interacting with someone you’d known for years. Of course, it ended in a riotous laugh where the tears were streaming down my face.
The connection to long lost family was made through the publicity that Run Geordie Run has enjoyed over the years. It’s a wonderful bonus on top of the adventures and the fundraising that have happened since I started running.
The most obvious and profound Allison trait seems to be the love we have for our mothers. It’s there in abundance through the stories, the memories and my Dad’s memoir (see the image). This is a huge part of Run Geordie Run. The wish to keep my Mam’s memory alive as well as repaying a debt of gratitude to St. Benedict’s Hospice is something I’ll fight for with every footstep I take.
Speaking of footsteps, in November I’ll be talking about my plans for the coming years. They are taking shape very nicely.
Back to today and I was overjoyed to see another new (to me) photo of my Nana today. She died when my Dad was only 19. Hardly a day went by without him talking about his love for her. I’ve colourised it and for the first time ever, through the few photos I’ve seen this year, I’ve got a sense of what she was like. Her face looks full of kindness to me. For the first time ever, I feel a real connection to her. When you don’t know much about your family history, I feel that’s hugely important.
Tonight’s run saw a really strong second half. It was fuelled by the doggy bag we brought away from my Frank and Beryl’s house. The homemade Carrot Cake (by Jenn) that I scoffed at 8pm tonight was the finest I’ve ever tasted. And that’s not because for the last 4 weeks my nutrition has been massively on point and I’ve missed such a thing. It was genuinely the best I’ve had. And I’ve had a “few” over the years so I should know.
That’s all for tonight. Time for a shower, bed and to dream of running in clouds of Carrot Cake (or something weird like that). It’s all to do again tomorrow with a run to the match.
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